Heroes of Olympus X Reader one-shots!

Auras: Nico x reader

I am going to do this from first person perspective because I think I makes more sense. Hope you like it!
I can see them. The colors. They're called auras, colors that surround people and reflect their personalities. When I was younger, I soon realized that no one else I knew could see them. When I drew drawings as a kid I would add in the colors around people. My stepmom/mom/dad/stepdad(depending on your godly parent) always got so angry when I mentioned auras. She/he insisted that it was unnatural and that I should see a psychologist. It didn't really help that I am also dyslexic and ADHD. Yeah, I guess I'm a problem child.
That's why I was so excited when a satyr came to get me when I was eight. When he said "other people like you" I thought he meant other people who could see auras. Even though, I'm not so different from the people here, I am still the only one who could see them.
I like some campers auras more than others. For example, this girl from the Aphrodite cabin has a nauseating bright pink, red, and puke green aura. And she is just as mean as her aura said. On the other hand, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, has a jewel toned blue and green aura with specks of silver.
My favorite aura, however, belongs to a boy named Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. His is a silvery grey with beautiful swirls of gold and specks of periwinkle blue. I can't tell if it matches his personality though, I have never talked to him. None of the auras I have seen had ever been wrong before. They always tell the truth.
I like to paint these auras around people now. It may seem stalkerish, but I actually have an entire sketchbook filled with water color paintings of Nico di Angelo and his beautiful aura.
I am painting on the last page of this sketchbook during lunch, when I feel someone watching me. I turn around to see the silver,gold, and blue aura of Nico.
"Um. Is that a painting of me?" He asks.
"Uh.. yes. Sorry. I probably seem really wierd but-" he cuts me off.
"What are those colors around me? They're really...uh nice." He asks.
"It's called an aura. The colors represent your personality. I can see them. Those colors are your aura, your soul is very beautiful." I remark.
"Um thanks. Are you sure thats my aura? I mean, I'm the dark, antisocial kid that no one likes." He looks down at his feet, sending fleeting glances at my painting.
"Yes. That is your aura. And what you said about yourself is not true. If you ever need a friend, just ask."
"Thanks." He mumbles. "Could you, um. See auras in pictures, too?"
"I've never tried. Why?" I ask inquisitivly.
"Could you paint my sister?" From inside his jacket, he pulls out a photograph of a girl with long almost black hair, a kind smile, freckles, and a floppy green hat. I can see her aura. Its a lavendar/lilac color with silver and gold swirls drifting through it. It's as vibrant as on any live person.
"I-i can see it." I say as I take my pencil and begin sketching her face. After I'm done sketching I begin to move in with the watercolors. Color after color, mixing until the tone is correct, until finally, I'm done and I set it next to me to dry.
"Wow. That's amazing!" He says in awe.
"Thank you." I reply as I fan the painting with my hand.
"Can I-uh have that painting when it's dry?" He asks hesitantly.
"Um, sure! I can drop it off at your cabin later. If you like- I mean-"
"That would be great." He says and smiles. A true smile that I know almost no one ever sees. He begins to get up and, as he's walking away, he says, "See you 'round, (y/n)."
*timeskip to before dinner*
I walk up to Cabin 13's front door and knock three times. Nico opens the door and I hold up the now dry painting.
"Thanks!" He says as you hand him the thick paper.
"I have a question, though." He proceeds. "Can you see your own aura? Like in the mirror or something?"
The truth is I can't see my own aura. I had tried many times, but I just can't see it.
"No," I reply, "I can't."
There is an awkward silence. Then Nico starts, "Was it true what you said earlier? About you being my friend?"
"Yes! Of course." You say, meeting his eyes.
"Good. Because I've... I have uh... seen you a couple times. You know, around camp. And I- I think that-" he exhales. "I think that I like you. Alot." He says.
I stand there in shock, at first. Then I reach forward and hug him. It is the first time I had hugged anyone in awhile, the warmth that I felt was new to me, unfamiliar. When we pull apart, I smile at hime and he smiles back. And as we walk towards the dining pavilion, hand in hand, I think that even though I can't see my aura, I hope it looks similar to the beautiful one of Nico di Angelo.